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Isabella Apr 2020
People see
fragments of what they used to be

People see
right through me

People ache
with every breath they take

People ache
to see the reflection they call fake

People bleed
as they crawl on hands and knees

People bleed
from their pride and selfish greed

People cry
as they reach the end of life

People cry
as they collide and finally die
Faron Hymn Yang Apr 2020
ink is the same color
as a certain canvas

when you look hard enough
you can almost see
the stars sprinkled in there
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